My mind is drawn into a state of wonderment at the sight of a rainy sky on days of interment.
I have observed this phenomenon on more than one occasion.
I questioned the fall of rain when I was 11yrs old at the funeral of an infant cousin.
I was told it was because of a sensitive God; a response to our cries and prayers at the loss of a loved one.
A break in the rain produces a glimpse of daylight and at times a bright, warm sun.
I’ve imagined this to be a hug of hope from the spirit of God; using the moment to remind me that there is a higher power and a conclusion of life here on earth.
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